Since the Forum Games were brought back after a half year of being hidden, it's time to remind that it's not useless. I am calling for a small writing practice. Make up a song (or poem, or something roughly in that style) that fits the title given by the previous player.

Rules:1. Try to employ at least some creativity and don't write just a one-liner2. It is supposed to have some rhymes, not everywhere but at least somewhere3. Try to keep the titles wesnoth themed, don't sabotage the game with a bad title4. The rules above are advisory, if your idea is really good, they may be broken

Example:Title: Ever heard of orcish women?Text:They come as a storm, rape, murder and pillage,our defences fell, they are marching to my village.They are so scary, big, muscled and strong,but I feel that something is really wrong.

Where are they from? I see no women!I don't think that's how they're living.Maybe they stay at home hiding,when their husbands go raiding.

Perhaps we can't tell them from men,and by women we're slaughtered then.They also could be just like us,indistinguishable from humans.

"Yo ho ho!" laughed the gnarled old trollas he sat on his mountain of plunder--silver and gold from the kingdom he stoleafter tearing its banners asunder!

"Mighty am I!" was his triumphant cry,for so pleased was he with his burglethat he had sat nigh a week, tossing coins with his feetand laughing his round face deep purple.

But was he alone? Not so! For unknownto the troll he was devilishly spied on!From a bush in the ditches that encircled the his richeslay a goblin! to all thieves, an icon.

A master it was who so cautiously waited,for he knew that no troll laughs forever!Once the cruel joke gets old, the poor troll would fall coldin a snooze. To wake him would be quite an endeavor!

A few hours passed. The troll nodded at last!Inevitable slumber drew near.The goblin's smile was vast, and his patience held fastand his sharp eyes continued to peer.

The troll flopped on his back! When the goblin saw that,he slipped! He let out just one chuckle!Though soft as a toe-crack, that sound was a setback;the troll's shut eyes sharply unbuckled!

He had snicked too early! The troll's sleep was fast, nearly.But one moment's difference can make quite a problem! In one mighty leap, the troll was back on his feet,and his fleshy hand closed on the goblin!

"Oh please mighty troll!" the goblin extolled,"I'm not even a thing worthy to eat!"The pleased troll considered, for he already had dinner.After all, goblins are clearly no treat.

"Very well!" said the troll, "You'll live, but first, tellme again how I am the better!"The goblin could tell he should compliment well,so he said this, down to the last letter:

"King of the caves, and premier of the hills!Your talents leave no need for cautions!So muscled, so brave! Superior willed!Trolls, doubtless! are better than goblins!"

Next title: A necromancer's romance

The last few months have been nothing but one big, painful reminder that TIMTLTW.